Pickled Peppers

Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track
Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't slack
A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter
Peter Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers
Red leather, yellow leather
Whether the weather is fine or not
You know the rhymes is hot clever
A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter
Makin the bitter butter better, a peck of pickled peppers

Tip of the tongue, teeth and the lips
The kick of the drum, spit up a lung
Freak when it hits
You twiddle your thumbs, diddily dum
Tweakin' your wrists
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Pleadin' the fifth
I'm eatin' a Ritz
Bet the bougie cracker sue me after
Smack a goofy wack rapper, you's a movie actor
I heard the groupie chatter, that don't even truly matter
Jewelry snatcher, I'm foolish, I roll a oolie fatter
I'm truly flattered and fascinated, infatuated
Soaked into the fabric fibers and saturated
Caffeinated, I'm making it pop, percolate
Bop bop, hurt your face, stop drop, murk the place
Shut it down, open up shop, make it worth the wait
Work the bass, let it blast you off earth to space
Word to Mase and to Fabolous and to Jadakiss
I know the haters hated this, they afraid of this

Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track
Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't slack
A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter
Peter Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers
Red leather, yellow leather
Whether the weather is fine or not
You know the rhymes is hot clever
A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter
Makin the bitter butter better, a peck of pickled peppers

Green gobs of them greasy and grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat, little dirty birdie feet
They be like, "Blam em Dust"
Oh, I see you heard of me
Shout out all my haters, nah, that ain't gonna work for me
I don't owe no favors, I'ma make you work for me
Or burglary, I keep it sturdy for emergencies
I'm virtually indestructible, word to Hercules
I've certainly been impervious inadvertently
Verbally vicious, and ambitious with circuitry
Star scenery, Mars, Venus, and Mercury
Moving more units and makin' the muscle flex
I'm double checkin' the stats, whoever's toughest next
You rubber neckin' them racks, I'd rather bust some sets
I'm tougher wreckin' the tracks
Let it crack, adjust your neck
Give it up for the greatest to ever grace the game
We makin' gains, you would break
You can't take the pain

Makin' it pop, percolate
Makin' it pop, percolate
Flex

Rubber baby buggy bumpers, bumpin' the track
Sally sells her seashells by the seashore, she don't slack
A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter
Peter Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers
Red leather, yellow leather
Whether the weather is fine or not
You know the rhymes is hot clever
A little bit of the better butter into the bitter butter
Makin the bitter butter better, a peck of pickled peppers